"Ah, disperse, everyone, disperse. Zhuangyuan Building isn't going to produce any top scorers; just like how wife cakes don't have actual wives in them. Hurry up and scatter before a sudden downpour traps you here drenched like drowned rats, which would be quite amusing indeed."
The floor manager, who happened to be going upstairs, just so happened to hear this statement and nearly fainted, clutching his head in despair.
In the business world, one always delves into the mystical and the inexplicable.
And what was their restaurant's most popular selling point? It was the word "top scorer".
To say the Zhuangyuan Building wouldn't produce a top scorer was truly like cursing someone.
The manager's face turned ashen. He lifted his hem and strode forward, taking several steps at a time, his presence fierce as he approached.
And as for Su Li, the central figure in this commotion, her words had indeed attracted the attention of others.
